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Saturday, 30 August 2014

Birthday Poem

He walks mile after 
pedometer mile
(never mind the rain).
Steps, strides, stops.
Shells, seaside shops.
He walks to work, 
it used to be the worst
thing that he hates, 
apart from rain.
Splish, splash, splosh.
Soaking soppy skin.
The train can wait.
The further he walks
the more he likes the rain.

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